6/20/2023 0 Comments Anne ingleside![]() Lynde had put a big, homey bouquet of spring flowers in it for her. ![]() Her old porch gable room was always kept for her and when Anne had gone to it the night of her arrival she found that Mrs. Lynde could not bear to have her go away too soon. She and Gilbert had come up for the funeral of his father and Anne had stayed for a week. Anne always loved to come home to Avonlea even when, as now, the reason for her visit had been a sad one. There were haunted gardens here and there where bloomed all the roses of yesteryear. every spot she looked upon had some lovely memory. unfading echoes of the old sweet life were all about her. ![]() the fields she had roamed in welcomed her. Mary was home to her now and had been home for many years but Avonlea had something that Glen St. She paused for a moment to look about her on hills and woods she had loved in olden days and still loved. How white the moonlight is tonight! said Anne Blythe to herself, as she went up the walk of the Wright garden to Diana Wright’s front door, where little cherry-blossom petals were coming down on the salty, breeze-stirred air. ![]()
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